The Meditation_Promoted_You Don't Necessarily Reap What You Sow_00:00
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The Meditation
Tim was all alone this night. It was not a stroke of sheer luck but a well-planned move. Tim's flat was a bachelor pad. His friends would make a point to stay till midnight every day after an intense day at work. Someone would even leave the bachelor pad in the morning. One day, Tim decided to take a sabbatical from the routine and enjoy some alone time. He was longing to spend some alone time after reading a book on Meditation. That book, which he picked up accidentally at the dental clinic, ignited a burning desire to experiment with the practice of Meditation. He brought scented candles...
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Why was Rick calling again? It had only been 30 minutes since Ed’s last check-in.Work could wait; Ed swiped Ignore on the cracked screen of his old phone. “Alright Danny, let’s…” Where wwww.onedoor.ccas his son? Ed whipped his head around, looking from one end of the massive roadside truck stop to the other. “Honey, where’s Danny?”“He was right h-” His wife, Ivana, paused as she turned to face the candy aisle that Danny ran down just moments before. “Uh, Danny? Danny?!” A moment of silence followed, one that stretched to near-unbearable levels of agony, before Danny shouted, “I’m right here, Mommy!”Ed relea...
You Don't Necessarily Reap What You Sow
“Can’t wait to get back into the fields and get my hands dirty in God’s green earth,” farmer Frank Albertson said.Every year for the past 15 he had carefully arranged his corn plants in perfectly constructed rows--and carefully irrigated each of his three fields so they would bring him the greatest yield to produce the most profit--and the ideal climate of Caroline County had never failed to work its magic on his crops.“It happens every year like clockwork,” Frank proclaimed. “Won’t disappoint this year either. Can’t wait to finish getting the plants in the ground, then harvest my crops and s...
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Today is the longest day of the year. I sit here, on my bed - and wait. There is nothing else to do but wait. My body is seized up, incapable of movement – yet every other time an involuntary spasm courses through my veins, up my neck, down my spine, into my toes, and I twitch, and it does not feel like my limbs are my own. My teeth are ground into dust from the pressure and there is a constant lump in my throat that I cannot swallow no matter how much water I guzzle down. My stomach is turning. It is the only thing that is turning in this quiet, empty room, and you can hear it so loud I feel ...